Musashi of the Elves

　　 "Huh~, it's so uncomfortable...ah~" The little girl opened her misty eyes and muttered unconsciously, but she was covered by the sudden pain. Immediately afterwards, the torrent of memories flooded his unconscious consciousness like a raging tide.

Moonlight shines through the glass windows in this room. On a slightly old but neat little bed, curled up is a little girl with burgundy hair. Her brows are tight, and her thin hands are holding her head. Pain makes her head pale. A sickly flush appeared on his face.

　　 In the middle of the night, the desolate moonlight fell on the little girl's face, like an old man's benevolent hand, trying to calm her pain.

　　 In the early morning, the wooden roof screamed "Bobo, Bobo", but it flew away in a short while.

　　 The rustle of sweeping in the yard outside the house drifted through the half-open window and reached the ears of the little girl who was sleeping on all sides.

　　 The little **** the bed frowned slightly and turned over, turned sideways, pulled the little quilt that was kicked aside for unknown time, warmed her body again, smashed her mouth comfortably, and continued to sleep peacefully.

　　 After an unknown period of time, the door of the room opened carefully, and there was a gentle sound of footsteps.

　　 "Musashi~, Musashi~" A gentle and haggard female voice came from the bedside. The woman smiled slightly and relaxed her brows when she saw the little girl's sleeping position.

　　 then used a rough but warm hand to cover the little girl's forehead, and her face showed a lightness, as if confirming, she moved the back of her hand close to her forehead, and then pressed the little girl's forehead. Repeated several times, the anxiety between the eyebrows finally faded, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, the fever finally subsided."

　　 "Woo~" The little **** the bed finally felt abnormal. She stretched her curled up body like a kitten, stretched her hands and feet, and yawned in a daze. Then she woke up leisurely.

　　 half-opened his eyes and looked at the woman for a long time, as if to confirm something. It took a long time to greet him: "Mom, good morning."

　　 The voice is a bit hoarse...

　　 After hearing this, the woman felt distressed and quickly asked the little girl: "Musashi, how do you feel? Is it any better?"

　　 The little girl, Musashi, thought for a while and nodded: "Well, I feel more comfortable, but I am a little tired and want to sleep."

　　 with a coquettish tone, opened his hands, and hugged the woman's body that had become plump because of her age, giggling.

　　 "It's naughty again. Let go of your hand first. Mom will make the porridge and bring it to you. But don't get out of bed. Keep warm when the fever is gone. Don't catch the cold again."

　　 said that he clicked on Musashi's nose, put it into the bed and pressed it down, and then he was ready to get up and serve the hot porridge.

　　 "Mom, Musashi wants something sweeter." Musashi clasped the quilt in both hands and looked at the woman, and said with a soft voice that is unique to the child.

　　 "Okay, okay. But only this time, you know." The woman petted Musashi fondly, nodding in agreement.

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　　 Several Chinese symbols suddenly appeared in front of Musashi. Ignoring these characters, I began to fantasize about the taste of sweet porridge.

　　 "Hmm? Hmm! I knew that mom was the best. By the way, did my dad go?" Musashi nodded and asked again.

　　 "Not yet, he is eating. What's the matter?" the woman said.

　　 "Then...Wait until I have enough rest, I'm greeting my father." The little girl thought for a while and said.

　　 "Then you have to rest obediently, and you can't kick the quilt anymore, you know." The woman pinched Musashi's nose and said.

　　 "I know, I know, Musashi knows, Musashi is hungry~" I don't want to hear that the teacher quickly changed the topic.

　　 "Well, mom will bring you the porridge." The woman had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.

　　 "It must be delicious, hee hee." Musashi recalled the taste in his memory and happily shrank into the quilt.

　　 The woman went downstairs, turned into the kitchen, picked up a clean porcelain bowl, and carefully poured out a bowl of porridge. The porridge was very fragrant and thick, and it was beautifully dotted with blue fruit particles.

　　 placed the bowl firmly, took out a glass jar from the locker above, looked at the sugar that could only cover the bottom, his expression moved slightly, and he sighed.

　　 Twisted the lid and scooped out a little, and sprinkled it on the steaming fruit porridge. Before the woman put the sugar bowl, it melted away.

　　 Place the sugar bowl and stir it carefully. I touched the spoon with my lips, nodded, the temperature was just right, and then I went upstairs to send it to the girl.

　　 "Musashi, get up and drink porridge."

　　 The woman looked at Musashi whose eyes were full of expectation, smiled slightly, and put the porridge on the small cabinet by the bed.

"Yep"

　　 Musashi nodded. He wanted to prop himself up, but found that his body was weak and weak, and his face was a little depressed.

　　 "Don't worry about being okay, rest and rest will be better, see if you dare to kick the quilt. Come to my mother to help you, one, two, three, get up."

　　 The woman put her hands under the girl's armpits, and yelled slogans to pull the girl's body out of the quilt, and put the pillows so that Musashi could lean more comfortably.

　　 "That's it, Musashi, let's see what this is." The woman brought the porridge to Musashi and said mysteriously.

　　 "Sweet porridge! There are fruits, and it smells so good~" Musashi said with a smile.

　　 "Your little eyes are bright in our family. Mom feeds you." The woman said with joy.

　　 "En" girl obediently waited for the woman to feed her.

　　 carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it gently, touching his lower lip and feeling the temperature was just right, and it was delivered into the girl's mouth.

　　 The blue pulp with the delicate sweet and sour taste and the warm porridge entered the mouth, chewed slightly, and went down the esophagus into the empty stomach, instantly warming the whole body.

　　 (Through eating orange porridge, the blood recovery speed is slightly increased.)

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　　 "It's so sweet, so delicious. Musashi wants more." The girl squinted happily.

　　 Hearing the girl's praise, the woman smiled and repeated the previous actions, again scooped up a spoonful of carefully blown cold and sent it into Musashi's mouth. After a while, a bowl of fruit porridge entered the little girl's belly.

　　 Musashi was satisfied with the heat slowly dissipating from his stomach, and praised, "It's delicious. Mom's cooking is the best."

　　 The woman said with a smile: "Just your mouth is sweet, take a good rest, and your body will be well soon."

　　 "Well, Musashi will get better soon after taking a rest." The girl replied cutely.

　　 The woman carried the girl back into the quilt, adjusted the quilt, kissed the little girl who was not her own, smiled and put away the dishes and chopsticks gently.

　　 went downstairs, the pillar of the house was wearing shoes, looked up at the woman who went downstairs and asked, "Haruko, how is Musashi? Is it better?"

　　 "It's getting better, the fever has subsided, but she is a little weak. Give her some fruit porridge, and she will be able to run around again tomorrow after a rest." The woman named Haruko smiled and said to the man.

　　 "That's good, it seems that yesterday's medicine is very effective, and I will stop by to thank Dr. Yingu. I am out." The man heard the good news, his face also burst into a smile, his expression no longer anxious.

　　 "My child, dad, when he comes back... Forget it, be careful on the road." The woman thought about the sugar at home, she stopped talking, and waved her hand to bid farewell to the hostess who went out.

　　 "Well, be careful at home, I'm leaving." After adjusting the front of the old Fuji bike, he sighed slightly, stood up and waved to Haruko with a smile, rode on the bike, and headed for the work site.

　　 The woman watched her husband go away, waved her hand, closed the courtyard door, and started the day's housework.